80s Taoism

Zhang Jiaohua was afraid that Zhang Laojiu's pork would be sold out at once. In fact, it would take time and effort just to clean up the pig. How could it be done all at once?

"Jiaohua, what are you doing running so fast, don't fall to the bottom of the field ridge." Zhang Qigao saw Zhang Jiaohua running all the way and shouted.

"Uncle Gao, I won't tell you." Zhang Jiaohua said.

"Who doesn't know that Laojiu's family kills pigs? Sister Guifeng has been banging gongs and shouting in almost every household in the village these days." Zhang Qigao laughed.

"Ah!" Zhang Jiaohua stopped suddenly, the pig's blood in the earthen bowl in his hand almost splashed out, "You all know that?"

"You bad boy, are you going to eat alone? Let me tell you, hurry back and ask Youping to weigh the meat. If you come late, there will only be pig hairs left." Zhang Qigao knew what Zhang Jiaohua was thinking, and deliberately rushed Zhang Jiaohua.

Sure enough, Zhang Jiaohua ran faster, and after a while, he had already reached the gardening field.

"Mother! Hurry up and go to Aunt Guifeng's house to weigh the meat! Their family has slaughtered a pig!" Zhang Jiaohua yelled loudly before entering the house.

"Understood, you slow down... Oh, you stinky bastard, I told you to slow down, why don't you even cross a threshold?"

When Zhang Jiaohua entered the door, he forgot to step over the threshold, so he kicked the threshold and fell to the ground, but even so, the pig's blood in the clay bowl in his hand fell steadily on the ground, and the pig's blood in the clay bowl did not splash out at all.

Liu Qiaoye quickly ran over to help Zhang Jiaohua up, and patted the ashes on his body, "It doesn't hurt from the fall."

"It's okay, it's okay. Otherwise it would be a pity." Zhang Jiaohua didn't care if he fell, but was worried about whether the pig's blood in the earthen bowl would be poured out. I ran over and saw that nothing was wasted at all, and a smile appeared on my face immediately. There was a tear in the trousers on the concrete floor, and the skin seemed to be scraped off the knees, but Zhang Jiaohua didn't care at all.

"Mother, hurry up and weigh the meat at Aunt Guifeng's house. Otherwise, you'll be late, and you won't have anything to eat." Zhang Jiaohua hurriedly took Liu Qiaoye's hand and was about to go out.

"They have such a big pig, and they have at least one hundred catties of meat. On average, each household can share one or two catties. You can buy as much as you want. Why are you in a hurry? I told Aunt Guifeng yesterday that we need to weigh more meat in the canteen of our factory. Your father will go to town in two days to buy a freezer to store meat for the canteen of the factory. The masters in the factory said that our life in Meiziao is too hard. In this way, the masters in the factory can do it even if they eat meat every day." Liu Qiaoye looked at Zai Zai distressedly, knowing that this guy was hungry.

"Then I'll go and watch Old Ninth Uncle cut the pork." Zhang Jiaohua got on his bicycle and went out quickly.

Liu Qiaoye had no choice but to put down the things at hand and go out.

Zhang Laojiu's house was surrounded by many people, old and young, just like Chinese New Year.

"Old Nine, you are brave. You killed the pigs before the holidays. If no one buys your meat, will your family eat it?" Zhang Jiwang said.

"Uncle Jiwang, you are old-fashioned. What's wrong? You can't eat meat during festivals? Can you compare it with the past? In the past, if you killed a pig during the Chinese New Year, you would have to sell most of it on the street. Now who goes to the street and doesn't weigh a few catties of meat? Later, I'm afraid you will be more active than others in weighing meat." Zhang Qigao laughed.

"That's right. Every family has spare money now, and it's not that they can't afford meat. It's just that the meat will go bad after a few days after buying it. Qigao, you made so much money in the tea factory, why don't you buy a refrigerator? If you buy a refrigerator, I'll put the meat in your refrigerator. I won't take advantage of you, and I will pay for the electricity." Zhang Jiwang also nodded.

"The refrigerator is too expensive, and it consumes a lot of electricity. Our Meizitang's electricity bill has never been less than one yuan per kilowatt-hour. A refrigerator costs two kilowatt-hours of electricity a day, and it costs at least sixty yuan a month. That's a thousand yuan a year. You can buy two pigs. That's not counting the cost of the refrigerator." Zhang Qigao must have thought about it in private.

When Zhang Jiwang heard this, he shook his head quickly, "Forget it. I think sealing the meat in a jar and putting it in the well can keep it for a few days longer. Besides, if Lao Jiu often kills pigs in the future, why buy so much meat at once?"

Electricity in rural areas is only sent to substations from power stations, and after the substations, the loss on the line has to be shared among the villagers. In addition, the wages of the operators for reading meters and collecting electricity bills also come from the villagers' electricity bills. In this way, the electricity bill of the villagers is more than one yuan per degree. Some poor families even still use kerosene lamps.

"Our Meizi'ao also has refrigerators from Pingjia. There are so many employees in the tea factory, it's inconvenient not to have a refrigerator." Zhang Laojiu raised his head and said.

"That makes sense. If Youping wants to buy a refrigerator, he can't buy as many as he wants." Zhang Jiawang also nodded.

Dingling, Zhang Jiaohua came to the courtyard of Lao Jiu's house on his bicycle.

"Beggar, everyone just said, let your family buy a refrigerator quickly. With a refrigerator, you can eat meat every day in the future. In summer, there are popsicles." Zhang Qigao said loudly.

"My mother said, let my father go to the county to buy it in two days. There will be a refrigerator in two days. From now on, there will be meat in the cafeteria of the tea factory every day." Zhang Jiaohua said.

"Beggar, ask your parents when they will make bamboo tubes again, and they will go to your tea factory to eat meat." Zhang Jiwang laughed.

"Grandpa Jiwang, your family's money is packed in earthen jars and buried under the bed. Are you afraid that there will be no meat to eat?" Zhang Jiaohua laughed.

"Boy, when did you know that my family's money was buried under my bed? Could it be that when you hid under my family's bed and found out?" Zhang Jiwang didn't understand how Zhang Jiaohua knew that his family's money was hidden in the hole under the bed. Moreover, when Zhang Jiwang buried money, he would not move it for a short time. Even if others hide under the bed, it is impossible to discover this secret.

"When I passed by your house that day, I heard grandma Hongying tell you, do you want to dig out the money under the bed and dry it in the sun, but don't let the money get moldy." Zhang Jiaohua laughed.

"Uncle Jiwang, your family really needs it, the money is all moldy." Zhang Dayun also walked in from the outside.

"Dayun is here too?" Zhang Jiwang was very surprised. Ordinarily speaking, Zhang Dayun's family is so poor that they should have no money to weigh their meat.

"My mother's eyes are just right. I want to weigh some meat back so that my parents can taste it. I have eaten meat during the Chinese New Year." Zhang Dayun grinned.

"You don't know that Dayun has made as much money as any of us this year. Dayun has a share in everything the tea factory does. Youping and his wife also take special care of Dayun, and Dayun does the most work. Now the third aunt's eyes are healed, and Uncle Wanlai's feet are able to walk. Dayun's life will get better and better in the future. The tea leaves in Dayun Tea Mountain are also growing fast, and they should be able to pick tea next year. From now on, Dayun will not be worse than others," Zhang Qigao said.

"Thanks to the beggar, my father's rheumatism was cured, and the leg problem was almost cured. Now I can do things with peace of mind." Zhang Dayun cried emotionally.

"Dayun has finally survived, and the future will get better and better. I will also go around the surrounding villages these few days, and I will definitely find you a good girl who is beautiful and virtuous. Guaranteed to be a girl of Huanghua." Zhang Jiwang often travels from place to place. Speaking of it, it has something to do with Zhang Jiaohua's family. Liu Qiaoye was found by Zhang Jiwang for Zhang Youping when he was working on Fengshui Bridge.

"Dayun, hurry up and invite Uncle Jiwang back, good wine and good food are ready. Guarantee Uncle Jiwang will help you find a good girl." Zhang Qigao laughed.

"If you want it, uncle Jiwang, go to my house for a drink later. I'll go to Uncle Xianyi's house to make a pot of wine later." Zhang Dayun is also a straightforward person.

Zhang Jiwang laughed and said, "You want to send me away with a pot of wine? It's not so easy. Let's forget about it today. I also weighed meat at home today. It's not easy for your parents to raise you up. You are also a righteous child. Because of your parents, you are still single. If a dutiful son like you stays single all your life, you will be blinded. Don't worry, I will search hard and find a suitable one for you."

"Uncle Jiwang, I'm not in a hurry!" Zhang Dayun smiled naively.

"Dayun, it means you haven't tasted it yet, when you get a wife in the future, let's see if you are in a hurry?" Zhang Qigao laughed.

At this time, Zhang Laojiu had already opened the side of the pork, "Beggar, does your family want to weigh a lot of meat?"

"I don't know either. Didn't my mother tell Aunt Guifeng?" Zhang Jiaohua didn't know that Zhang Laojiu asked the beggar like this on purpose, just to see the beggar's reaction.

"Then do you want to weigh more or less?" Zhang Laojiu asked again.

"It's enough to eat. Otherwise, use the leftovers to smoke bacon? There is a rack of bacon hanging on the stove in my house." Zhang Jiaohua didn't want much, he just wanted to eat meat.

At the beginning, I was worried that such a big-headed pig would not be able to sell all the meat, but I didn’t expect that in the village, you would pay a catty for each catty, and Meizi’ao alone sold less than half of it. If you add a piece of meat bought by Zhang Jiaohua's family, more than half of it has already been removed. There are still several groups who have not come to call the meat. When the other groups rushed over, Zhang Laojiu's pork was sold out all at once, and there were some who came late in the end, so naturally they missed it. Meizitang is indeed different from before, and life has gradually changed.

Zhang Jiwang carried a catty of meat, with a piece of fat sausage added to it as a head. He rushed home in a hurry, took out the earthen jar buried under the bed, and moved it to another place. It's all because the old lady at home is so talkative. Fortunately, this time it was the beggar who heard it. If someone else heard it, things would be bad. But today, the beggar spread the news, so of course it can't be hidden under the bed.